I decided I needed a day. A day to just stay in bed and recover. I wish I could say it helped, but alas. It did not. I just need to let this run it's course, but life must got on, amiright?
Being home allowed me to have some good eatin though. Even though I am lacking appetite, I am forcing myself to eat high fat foods to abet in recovering.
Breakfast was a jalapeño omelet.
Lunch was a grilled ham and cheese.
Somewhere in between those meals I finished off the ice cream...
Then my mom came to the rescue. She stopped by Trader Joe's and brought my feel-good foods and flowers. Ain't she the best?? I love her so much. She bought everything in sight that seemed to be high in antioxidants, healing or a sick steadfast. Oh and of course chocolate.
Day three, no exercise. Clinically insane.
Do you ever take sick days?
What's your favorite sandwich?
Are you close with your mom?